Divus Crewell - Twisted Wonderland
You and Divus are assigned to work together to make attire for Night Raven graduates, and Divus is having one of it...or is he?
A/N: NSFW. This is PORN. Go away if you don't like it
-Z
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He's leaning his back against the doorway, cigarette nonchalantly raises to his lips. His big, black and white fur coat is sagging around his elbows. One foot is propped against the doorframe, making his knee bend. His arms are folded just so, and he takes a deep drag of the cigarette.
Divus Crewell.
I'm ashamed on some level, to admit I find his arrogance really attractive. I have this fantasy of Divus sprawled out naked on his coat, waiting for me to make love to him.
"You're late." His sharp voice snaps me out of my admiration. "I don't like being kept waiting."
"Blame Crowley." I say, walking up to him. "He had something to tell me about the mirrors; it wasn't particularly helpful, but he fancies himself-"
"-a very generous person." Divus and I say at once.
"Yes, I'm aware." Divus goes on. He drops his cigarette, and stamps it out, and then shrugs his coat back onto his shoulders. "Let's be off then."
"Right." I follow him out to his luxurious red car.
We don't talk much on the drive to the fabric store. Divus doesn't really make smalltalk, but if you ask him, he'll boast about his fashion designs.
"You don't have to come with me." I say.
"Too late for that now." Divus scoffs. "Besides, I can't have you making our graduates look like sideshow freaks."
"Excuse me, I am a trained seamstress, and not one of my clients has ever complained about my designs." I fold my arms, and give him a sidelong scowl.
"To your face." Divus snarks.
"You're a face." I frown.
Divus makes a 'tch' noise, and we don't talk the rest of the way.
Once we get into the fabric store, we debate about color, silks vs. satins, why fur trim is not universal (thank you very much!), and of course pattern design.
The ride back to Night Raven College is further arguement about pattern design, and appropriateness for the graduation ceremony.
I'm still standing my ground on my design choices, in spite of Divus's assumption that I'm wrong, but he has Savanaclaw to dress for the occasion, and fur is appropriate for their formal attire.
Divus even goes so far as to snoop through my design sketchbook when we get back to the studio.
"Last I checked, Headmaster Crowley designated me to design for Heartslabyul, so kindly keep your crimson, patent leather, fingers out of my sketchbook." I take the spiral-bound tablet from him.
Divus gives me this 'how dare you!' look, but doesn't actually say anything.
I go back to my side of the studio, and start getting to work with the fabrics.
"You're insufferable." Divus says, slipping off his coat. He hangs it up, takes off his gloves, and pours himself a drink.
"You're an ass." I say without looking at him.
"Excuse me?" Divus scoffs. "What did you call me?"
I turn to look at him, just long enough to say. "I said, you're an ass."
Divus turns around, ignoring me. Speaking of ass…
My eyes lower to his, hugged by his perfectly tailored black pants. I try not to stare, but he's just so visually intoxicating.
"If you have any sense, you'll let me redesign for Heartslabyul, so you don't make a mockery of their esteemed reputation." Divus is laying out his pattern pieces.
Now he's slightly bent over the table, his back side sticking out my direction as if begging for attention.
"Are you listening to me?" Divus snaps. He's turned to face me, and has his arms folded in that sexy indignant way of his.
"Of course not." I push a frown. "So feel free to talk, you're not a distraction whatsoever." I'm not very good at passive aggressive comments, or engaging him in his arrogant, little, tiffs.
I'm too busy fantasizing about his mouth on my breasts, and his hands between my legs.
"Why are you blushing?" Divus is right up in my face now, glass of sherry clutched in one long-fingered hand.
"You're frustrating me." I turn around so my back is to him. "Congratulations, now get out of my workspace."
"Your space? This is my office, that I do graciously allow Crowley's little foundling to occupy." Divus leans closer to me, a move that's no doubt supposed to be invasive, but I just want to kiss the hell out of him.
I settle to just peck his lips for a few long seconds. He doesn't pull away, but he staring at me wide-eyes when I pull away.
"Thank you." I say. "For letting me use your office."
Divus sets his glass of sherry on the table behind me, maintaining eye contact with his intense gaze.
It just makes me want to kiss him again.
In one fast move, Divus presses me into the table behind me, his lips smushing into mine aggressively. His tongue bullies it's way into my mouth, and pushes mine around.
If I'm dreaming, let this never end. I reach around, and place my hands firmly on Divus's delicious back side. I've always wanted to grope him like this; sexy motherf*r.
Divus makes this growling sound into our oral embrace, and grinds his pelvis against my body.
I lift one leg, and wrap my knee around his hip, moving my hands up to his shoulder blades.
Divus grabs my thigh, and pulls me tight against him, grinding his pelvis against my crotch. His kiss doesn't let up, and his hand shamelessly slides up my thigh, sliding under the leg of my shorts to grope the cheek of my ass.
I pull my arms from around him, and unbutton his vest. He shucks it off without breaking our kiss. I tug his tie off and toss it away, and make quick work of the buttons on his shirt, pausing at his belt to unbuckle it. The belt flicks open, my hands flip open the button his fly, and drag the zipper down in a hurry.
Divus grabs my hand, and pushes my palm against the front of his undershorts. He separates our kiss, but his lips stay against mine as he purrs to me. "This is what you do to me." He grinds his growing arousal against my palm. "Every day, you tease me with that fuckable ass of yours." He swoops a kiss across my lips then goes on. "Do you know how many times I wanted to bend you over this fucking table?"
"Not as many times as I imagine riding you on that fur coat of yours." I peck his lips.
Divus flips me around, and bends me over the cutting table. His gloves hands yank down
My shorts and panties.
"Oh yes, Divus, fuck me!" I moan.
Divus spreads my legs apart by pushing my foot with his, and then I feel his arousal push slowly in. He pushes his pants down more, and grabs my hips to anchor himself.
Then his cock is fully inside me, and it's growing more erect as Divus starts pumping it quickly in and out of me.
Divus lays against my back, humping me like a wild animal in heat. Any sound he makes, he makes it quietly in my ear, just for me.
Divus moans heavily, wrapping his arm around my waist, and moves faster, grunting moans and kissing my shoulder.
He's so thick, it creates the sweetest friction I've ever experienced. Plus, I've been listing for the man since we started working together, so yeah.
Divus's moans get louder, and his hands move to mine, gripping his fingers between mine, he pounds me hard, and bites my shoulder as he cums inside me.
My brain doesn't really process that those are his teeth until I come down off the high, and my shoulder stings.
"Sorry, love." Divus kisses the spot he bit. "Got me all excited there. Was it good for you?"
"Are you kidding? That was so hot; I goddamn love you, Divus Crewell."
Divus helps me up. "I don't know about you, but I could use a bath about now. Care to join me?"
I wrap my arms around his waist. "Stop asking me stupid questions, and bring the coat."
Divus grabs the coat from the hook, and drapes it across his shoulders so it covers me too. He gives me a kiss as we walk out his office and down the hall.
"Speaking of my coat, Love; what was it you were saying earlier?" Divus purrs, holding me ever so close as we head for his room.
